Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 941 [The Second Miracle of the Sea: The Star Beast]

Above the Star God's body, the Star Train sped toward the Star God's head.

[Jormungandr] roared, surging like the whip of a god, with rainbow-colored rails emerging from the void and spreading continuously around the star god's body.

This will be its final journey.

Inside the train's command cabin, Xia Xiu stood in front of the projection screen, golden light shining on his resolute face.

He slowly raised his hand, and the light screen unfolded, revealing a proportional three-dimensional structure of the Star God's head area.

The entire area was like an ice-covered dome, a nightmare lying dormant, like a sleepless night from which no one could awaken.

"There's only one piece left," he said softly.

The Ninth Hero, Saint Jacob Pereira, stood with a greatsword on his back, gazing at the deep, cold land on the screen of light.

The large group of sea creatures that exists there is codenamed "The Unmelting Iceberg".

“As expected.” The Ninth Hero’s voice was deep, his eyes sharp. “Hai Si has gathered all the leaders of the great groups here.”

He was referring to the ether floating-point computation density that was constantly fluctuating on the projection.

That was an alarmingly high red number:
Ethereum floating-point operation efficiency: 9 × 10^16 / second

This far exceeds the capacity of a normal [magical technique], reaching the upper limit of the analysis allowed by the [authoritarian module - extreme point].

“This is…” Xia Xiu’s eyes darkened, and his voice lowered slightly, “approaching a qualitative change value that is close to a miracle.”

As Jormungandr drew ever closer, the sky above the Star God's head slowly cracked open.

It is not a tearing apart of the material layer, but a degradation of the essence of existence.

The starry sky began to freeze, even the light seemed to stagnate, and the stars left icy blue trails across the sky, as if time had been sealed in an ice capsule.

Xia Xiu suddenly looked up and felt a chill, not from the temperature, but from—a certain gaze.

That gaze is like a reflection of another self that one has never seen before, absurd yet real; unfamiliar yet an echo from the depths of the soul.

Then he saw it.

Beneath the crack in the starry sky, four humanoid figures emerged.

They stood atop the boundless summit, yet seemed to walk slowly from a stage that never existed.

Those were the four great leaders who once dominated the lifeblood ecosystem—its survival, reproduction, migration, and growth.

Their figures resembled humans, yet they were by no means human.

They are like puppets created by the gods, using human form to oppose divinity and simulation to fake miracles.

They spread their arms wide, like choir conductors, and sang together under the frozen starry sky.

What they were chanting was the Second Wonder—the chorus of the Sea Kings, the ascension of a different civilization.

"We sang before the years were recorded."

"Before the storm, we were already decaying."

"Before there were gods, we were their mirrors."

"The tide of revelation rises from the bottomless sea—"

"The sea once embraced and nurtured you, but now it will bury you with the tide."

“I am a rootless branch, born from the embers of divine blood, and grown from the bones of a star core.”

"You burn the forest with fire, I sow the seeds with the wind; you sever the veins with an axe, I multiply the spores."

"Everything with form is a medium; everything with thought is a vessel."

The body is formed by the unity of all beings, and the body by the division of thoughts; my name cannot be spoken, yet I am all that I am.
He has come; He is the resonance of the four sources, not to destroy, but to rewrite.
He is neither born nor dies, his form is unknown, his shadow is unfathomable; he is a mirror, a ring, and is called the Lord of No.
At this moment, the copyist of the extreme point, the frozen moon beast, the god in the mirror, the inheritor of the black disk—the evil beast of the star has awakened!

Suddenly, at the center of the ridge strata above the Star God's head.

The rugged landscape, which had been as silent as a slumbering deity, suddenly began to swell.

The flow of existence in a certain lower dimension is like a nightmare that has been suppressed for an era, finally raising its head from its frozen prison.

Cracks silently opened from the ground, frost solidified, and the air froze.

Then, a pair of giant claws covered in extremely cold marks emerged from the abyss.

It was a segment of the star core vein, a nerve plexus stripped from its physical form, with every inch of its texture flowing with frosty blue radioactive particles.

Its knuckles slowly flexed and extended, and with each movement, layers of crystal cracks burst open in the air.

Like the breath of a god, it turned into an eternally frozen echo in the air.

Then, a bloated, enormous, and heavy monster slowly rose from the abyss.

That bulky, pitch-black behemoth rose like a mountain and fell silent like the night.

As if the heavens and earth themselves were shedding their divine robes from the veil high above, the once eternal sky now transformed into a shed-shell eyeball, revealing an indescribable pupil beneath.

The world was silent, and the wind was locked in a cold light.

The stars stretched into jagged streaks of light, as if being pulled into an irreversible undercurrent of time.

Then, that thing raised its face from the divine, icy depths of the Star God's head.

It was a stitching together of ancient celestial bodies and the spirits of the dead in dreams; it was the weeping face of the imprisoned moon.

He was embedded in the sacred celestial ring; the ring was engraved with strange markings, each marking echoing fragments of memories from billions of years of the sea.

Reproduce, devour, decay, sow, decay...

The weeping moon seemed like an ancient clockwork countdown, drawing ever closer to its end.

He first supported himself on the ground, then slowly raised his body, and then put his palms together.

Their ten fingers slowly interlocked, their knuckles cracking like a hundred bells ringing out, echoing in the silent starry sky.

He seemed to be praying in some ancient posture, or as if he were proclaiming some kind of desperate judgment to the whole world.

More hands extended from His body, and then these hands tore open His abdomen.

click-

Right in the center of His chest and abdomen, a pitch-black hole was ripped open.

The void wasn't a wound inflicted by a weapon, nor was it a structural depression; it was more like a "hole" that didn't belong to this world, penetrating reality itself.

It was pitch black, surrounded by writhing, fleshy knuckles. The writhing flesh, like the edges of a giant mouth, was slowly opening and closing, seemingly ready to devour anything that dared to approach.

A malevolent god from the cold underworld silently prayed for his descent into the world within the body of the star god.

The wind stopped.

Centered on the [Star Beast], the space within a radius of tens of kilometers suddenly collapsed, froze, and was then torn apart and reassembled.

The air stopped moving, the light stopped spreading, and even the most basic atomic vibrations seemed to be compressed into deathly silence under some indescribable gaze.

He expanded the domain.

Between His clasped hands, a rift appeared, like a mirrored space, from which swirling, cold, radiant lines unfolded behind Him, layer upon layer, like a projection of a galaxy's structure, or like fragments of unnamed cosmic laws. The wind ceased.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had pressed down between heaven and earth, smoothing out all the turmoil.

The earth's crust silently collapses, freezes, is torn apart, crushed, and reassembles layer by layer.

He expanded the domain.

The two giant prayer hands that had been clasped together beside the black throat on the abdomen suddenly opened outwards.

[Lunar Phases, Celestial Bodies, and the Curtain]

The finger bones are spread apart, and cracks appear between the fingers, like a mirror that has been cut open.

Then, circles of cold, white-blue light, rotating like the orbits of stars, slowly emerged from the lines, unfolding layer by layer from behind Him, like a biomimetic projection of a galaxy structure, or like fragments of some unnamed cosmic law, illogical and without any laws of gravity, yet causing the entire world to pause.

In this desolate universe, the only thing still slowly moving is a giant train.

[Jormungandr] roars in.

A colossal beast, three thousand three hundred and thirty meters long, seemingly a world-carriage forged from divine steel, crashed down through the rainbow star trails.

It never stopped, even as the world ahead crumbled, even as light was frozen into silence, it still trod the void, resonating with low-frequency divine roars.

The Star Beast has moved again.

The four giant arms slowly rose, joined together like prayer fingers, and were raised high above the head in a solemn and silent posture.

His merciless human face, encircled by spiraling stars and crescent moons, stared silently at the train. Then, slowly—he pointed forward.

【Rotating Wheel - Dripping Light Molten Waterfall——】

The next second, the tips of the four prayer fingers simultaneously dripped down a waterfall of light like cold, liquid radiance. Those white beams of light pierced straight into the earth, and wherever they touched, the ground melted directly into a smooth, semi-liquid, reflective plain, like glass.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was illuminated into a strange pool of light, and the pillars of light that landed flowed, converged, and spread rapidly, like a burst of stars or the tears of the dead.

After less than a second of contact, all solid structures on the Earth's surface began to liquefy, decompose, and lose their shape.

but……

Just as the first beam of light was about to strike the front of the train, the armor of Jormungandr suddenly surged with rings of pale golden hexagonal light shields.

Its head module raises a metal dome, and the protective barrier quickly unfolds. A multi-layered reflective structure forcibly scatters and deflects the light waterfall, dragging it into outward-bending light arcs.

With a deafening roar, the earth trembled and mountains crumbled, but the train continued to move forward.

Inside the cockpit, Xia Xiu stood in front of the projection table, the combat interface in front of him filled with red warning windows.

At that very moment, the Eden System's auxiliary module also pieced together a simplified intelligence feedback during the same-frequency analysis, presenting a preliminary assessment of [Dripping Light Melting Waterfall] in a neutral voice and straightforward data format:

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[Intelligence Feedback - Number B-1-]

[Morphological determination: Supercritical energy liquid light quality]

[Physical Mechanism: The unknown columnar structure continuously releases energy similar to cold light; after the energy liquefies, it forms an irregular columnar light pool with a radius of approximately 5.3 ± 0.4 m on the ground. The light pool possesses extremely strong compatibility and corrosiveness.]

[Contact reaction: Any conventional solid structure will undergo structural disintegration and phase shift within <1.02 seconds—the material melts, the internal lattice is reconstructed, and it is transformed into a "photo-liquid" homogenate.]

[Subsequent reaction: The liquid substance will remain stable for approximately 6 minutes and 49 seconds after the transformation; it will then evaporate into "lunar dust" particles, exhibiting strong repulsion and unknown electromagnetic interference.]

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Xia Xiu glanced at the briefing card that had floated up beside him, below which was a line of text that read:

[Feedback Unit: Jormungandr-Observation Arm E07-A]

[Collaborating Units: Eden Main View + Mechanism Analysis Group No. 5]

The sky roared, and the train trembled as if it were about to fall off a cliff.

[Jormungandr] emitted a dull, metallic wail in the air. The massive vehicle was momentarily veered off course by the violent shockwave. Xia Xiu steadied himself on the control panel, feeling the force field emanating from deep space through his entire arm.

He looked up and saw the Star Beast's arms, which had been folded in prayer, slowly unfold.

The strange phenomenon of four fingers as thick as mountains, with light dripping from their tips, was as terrifying as a rift.

Strands of white "liquid light" pierced through the atmosphere and silently landed on the surface of the Star God's body.

Each impact evaporates a hill, and each collision causes the earth to disintegrate into streams of light, like bones.

Faced with such an attack, Xia Xiu could only control Jormungandr to rise.

The vehicle of [Jormungandr] trembled violently, as if the very heart of the battlefield had been gripped tightly.

Under the immense pressure of the collapsing starry sky, it suddenly rose, piercing five thousand meters into the air.

The Rainbow Bridge, like a spider web, twists and turns in the air, forcibly pulling it into a high-latitude orbit through illogical geometric folds.

It was a path leading between God and Calamity, a fire altar suspended on the edge of reality.

Between its massive columns, it begins to deploy an air combat firepower matrix in segments and layers.

The fifth and seventh power cores in the middle section roared violently, propelling this battlefield behemoth to operate at its maximum load.

The armor on both sides rose up, and a thousand heavy cannons deployed simultaneously outside the column, like the steel wings of an angel unfolding.

Jormungandr's vision system quickly locked onto the Star Beast—the prayer light dripping like a cold waterfall formed deadly torrents of condensed light high in the sky.

But Jormungandr did not stop.

It spun rapidly in the air with an almost impossible maneuver, its diagonal trajectory switching rapidly, leaving a streak of light behind its tail, while the gun emplacements were perfectly aligned with the direction of the beast's claws.

The roar of steel surged from the depths of every cannon chamber, first with a sonic boom, then with a line of fire, like the breath of a giant sweeping across the heavens and earth.

Artillery fire covered the sky, and intense light tore through the clouds, colliding, melting, entangled, and splitting with the dripping waterfall of light in mid-air.

The calamities that befell the civilized side then unfolded.

A silent horn sounded in the sky.

next moment.

Hail and fire rained down from the sky, a blood-red curtain of rain scorched the air, and chaotic lightning tore the battlefield apart.

However, before the calamity had completely subsided, the chest and abdomen of the [Star Beast] suddenly caved in—not collapsed, but swallowed.

When that black throat opened, the entire battlefield froze.

The raging fire calamity, hail, and blood rain, which should have poured down from the sky like a final judgment, suddenly reversed its trajectory the moment it approached the Star Beast, and was forcibly pulled back into the dark abyss.

A silent explosion was heard in the sky.

That is the disorienting effect caused by the attraction threshold that neither sight nor hearing can bear.

The entire sky of the Calamity Realm seemed to be twisted into part of a vortex, transforming into a fiery hurricane of interwoven crimson and snow-white colors, torn into billions of fragments, which were then swept back into the hollow in the abdomen.

The millions of calamity projectiles fired from the train's cannons, before reaching the edge of Blackthroat, were like meteors shattered, their trajectories evaporating, losing control of their airflow, and becoming chaotic, before finally being silently "swallowed up".

It was an indescribable feeling of swallowing.